I was attending mass, and saw this poor old woman with no shoes, making her way slowly and painfully to the altar to give her offering. She is the one in need and she still gives to the church…what had the church done lately to help her out? The elephant is always in the room, even in church.

I remember a couple of years ago wondering if I should remove a lot of the ‘personal’ material from my website, but then deciding it was just as important that people know who we are, and where we come from – not just where we’re going. Understanding the people behind the posts, and the people behind the passion, is just as important as the work itself, if not more so.

It was a knowing thing, yet one that can, I’m ashamed to say, be cast aside quite easily when one lives in India. Else the overpowering elephant will bear heavily down on your chest with his foot until you can hardly breathe. One must learn to find a middle path between the knowing/not knowing of the disparity right outside the threshold in order to stay sane enough to survive. I believe you become more deaf and blind to it the longer you are immersed in it, contextually, this complexity just maybe a post for another day.